Burning a Hole in Her Pocket

Apparently, Grandma Laverne gave Reagan $.71 yesterday to put in her Hello Kitty Purse.  Reagan, purse jangling, came into my bedroom first thing this morning.

Reagan: "Quinn and Colby will steal my money, Mom."
Mom: "That's why you should put it in your piggy bank."
Reagan: "No!  It's in my purse!  I spend it!  We go grocery shopping?"
Mom: "Not today."
Reagan: "Can we go to Walmart?  PLEEEEEEEAAASSEE!"
Mom: "Not today."
Reagan: "Why?"
Mom: "There's a blizzard outside."
Reagan: "What kind?"
Mom: "The snowy kind."
Reagan: "What letter is the blizzard?"
Mom: "B"
Reagan (looking out the window): "There's no 'zzard!  It's white!"
Mom: "That's the blizzard.  A blizzard means blowing snow."
Reagan: "PLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE we go to Walmart?"
Mom: "No."

cue crushed child face
((sigh))